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Kansas 
Campaign Songs. 



WOIiDS BY 

A. A. ROWLEY, 

THE ANXI-CALAMITY F>OEX 



Qco. )J)- CT'ane & Co.. f>ublisl}crs. 
1892. 




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KANSAS 

CAMPAIGN SON® 



By A. A. ROWlvKY. 



TOPEKA, KANSAS: 

GEO. W. CRANE & COMPANY. 

1892. 






Copyright, 1892, by 
Geo. W. Crane and A. A. Rowley. 



KANSAS CAMPAIGN SONGS. 



OUR "BOOM-DE-RAY." 

Tune — ' ' Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ray. " 

There is a man who occupies * 

The presidential chair ; 
His term has been a glad surprise — 

We 're going to keep him there. 
And then there is a mass of fat 

Who'd like to take the seat, 
And fish, and veto, and all that ; 

But he 's the man we '11 beat. 

CHOKUS : 

Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ray, 
Let Mollie have her say. 
Let Peffer puff away. 
Let sockless Jerry bray ; 
We 're bound to win the day. 
The fusion deal won't pay. 
So let the music play — 
Ta-ra-ra boom-de-ray. 



Tliere is a farmer, tried and true, 

AVlio 's making quite a stir ; 
He tills tlie soil, lie wore the blue — 

We '11 make him Governor. 
And then there is a moneyed man, 

Of two per cent, and gall, 
Who cannot go — but thinks he can — 

Into the capitol. 
(^Chorus.) ■ 

There is a duty we 11 discharge, 

As sure as sure can be : 
We '11 make a Congressman-at-large 

Of George T. Anthony ; 
We '11 bust the Johnny rebels' plot, 

And give a bitter dose 
To "blue and gray," and all such rot. 

In spite of comrade Close. 
( Chorus.) 

And then there is a candidate. 

Born on the classic Kaw, 
Who's entered 'gainst an old crow-bait 

Whom no one ever saw ; 



But when our Charley clinches 
With this People's Party dupe, 

It won't be long 'till Wharton finds 
Quietus in the soup. 
(Chorus.) 

The gallant Ralph of Abilene 

Will tie John Davis loose, 
And Chester Long, it will be seen, 

Will cook bold Jerry's goose ; 
Pestana will, in his good time. 

Send Baker up the spout, 
And everywhere along the line 

We '11 turn the howlers out. 
(Ohoi'KS.) 



KANSAS LAND. 

Tune — ^^BeuIaJt Land.'''' 

I 've reached the land of corn and wheat 
A State with which none can compete, 
Where nothing mars the harmony 
Except the. curse calamity. 



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CHORUS : 

oil, Kansas land, sweet Kansas land, 
As on tlij fertile soil I stand, 
I look away, across the plain. 
And view the fields of golden grain. 
And wonder how such things can be 
As howlers of calamity. 

Where all is thrift, I hear a growl, 
A dismal, doleful, dreadful howl ; 
I look, and there Old Whiskers see 
Whining the wail — calamity. 
(^Chorus.) 

Sweet sounds upon my ears are borne 
From waving fields of rustling corn. 
When MoUie's voice, keyed up in G, 
Pours forth the tale — calamity. 
[Chorus.) 



I catch the scent of garnered wheat 
Then get a whiff of sockless feet. 
And recognize, before I flee. 
The odor of calamity. 
( Chorus.) 



What have we done, ye powers above ! 
That howlers live where all is love — 
Is there no way prepared for me 
To crush this fraud — calamity? 

[Chorus.) 



GOOD-BYE, NEW PARTY. 

Tune — ''Good-bye, my Lover. ^^ 

Alliance ghost- dances 

Were killed by the rain — 
Good-bye, new party, good-bye ; 

And poor bleeding Kansas 

Is now raising grain — 
Good-bye, new party, good-bye. 

CHORUS : 

Bye, Mollie, bye-0. 

Bye, Jerry, bye-0, 

Bye, Harris, bj^e-O, 

Good-bye, Lewelling, good-bye. 



The crops, as we trusted, 
Have hit them hard knocks^ 

Good-bye, new party, good-bye ; 
Calamity 's busted. 
And Jerry wears socks — 

Good-bye, new party, good-bye. 
{Chorus.) 

No longer the heifer 

Eats nothing but cob — 
Good-bye, new party, good-bye ; 

Our corn knocks old Peffer 

Clean out of a job — 
Good-bye, new party, good-bye. 
(^Chorus.) 

There 's no chance for riot 
Midst plenty and peace — 

Good-bye, new party, good-bye ; 
So ring off on fiat. 
Call in Molly Lease — 

Good-bye, new party, good-bye. 
( Chorus.) 



9 
MARCHING THROUGH KANSAS. 

TvNK—' 'Mar c?dng Through Oeorgia^ 

Bring the good old bugle, boys, 

We '11 sing another song — 
Sing it with a spirit 

That will crush the fusion tlirong — 
Sing of sunny Kansas, 

And the people going wrong. 

While we are marching through Kansas. 

CHORUS : 
Hurrah, hurrah, we '11 sing the jubilee ; 
Hurrah, hurrah, we '11 down calamity. 
Bust a hole in fusion, 
And run Johnnies up a tree. 

While we are marching through Kansas. 

How the people shouted 

When they raised the mammoth crops. 
How the rain descended 

And knocked down the howlers' props. 



10 

How tlie loyal Democrats 
Up-set the Demo.-Pops., 

While we were marching through Kansas. 
(^Chorus.) 

Yes, and there were colored men 

Who hailed the name of Bruce — 
Loyal men who hooted 

At John Martin's flag of truce ; 
Men who, for the howling, 

Couldn't see the least excuse, « 

While we were marcliing through Kansas. 
( Chorits.) 

"Farmer Smith Ilepublicans 

Can never win the fight " — 
So the saucy howlers said 
In bitterness and spite ; 
But they had forgotten quite 
That God is with the right. 

While we are marcliing through Kansas 
{^Chorus.) 



11 

So we made a thoroughfare 

For State prosperity ; 
So we busted open 

All their dire cdhimity ; 
So we saved the ticket 

And set sunny Kansas free, 

While we were marching through Kansas. 



STAND UP FOR KANSAS. 

Tune — "- iStand Up, Stand Up for Jesas^ 

Stand up, stand up for Kansas, 

Ye voters of the State ; 
Calamity advances — 

Why do ye hesitate '^ 
With fusion and collusion. 

With fiat and free trade. 
They threaten with confusion 

The land your valor made. 

Stand up, stand up for Kansas, 
Ye patriots of yore ; 



12 

Take no uncertain chances, 
Dream idle dreams no more ; 

Free soil of your creation 
Cries out in thunder tones, 

Crush out this defamation 
Of sunny Kansas' homes. 

Stand up, stand up for Kansas, 

Ye valiant boys in blue — 
The solid South still dances 

At every stab at you ; 
The rebs are in the saddle, 

The howlers on the scout. 
To make the vets skedaddle 

And blot their pensions out. 

Stand up, stand up for Kansas, 

Demands each harvest-field ; 
Speak well of what enhances 

Proclaims each mammoth yield ; 
Our wheat-fields and our meadows. 

Our corn of world-wide fame. 
Protest against the shadows 

Cast on fair Kansas' name. 



SUNNY KANSAS HOME. 

Tune— "0/(Z Kentucky Home:' 

Oh, it rains all rigbt 
In our sunny Kansas home ; 
This season the farmers are gay ; 
Bye-and-bye some crank 
Will set up a dismal whine, 
Then we '11 hurl the howler forth 
So far away. 

CHORUS : 

Weep no more for Kansas, 
Weep no more to-day,. 
For the crops we've grown 
In our thrifty Kansas home, 
Knock the People's Party craze 
So far away. 

They 'U hunt no more 

For a visionary scheme 

To ''pay out" a new-fangled way. 



u 

But pay all dues 

With the crops they have in sight, 
And send tlie fiat dream 
So far away. 

{ChoniR.) 

With wheat and corn 
Quite enough to feed the world, 
Abundance of oats and of hay. 
We will vote once more 
For our sunny Kansas home. 
And drive calamity 
So far away. 
( Chorus.) 



ONE MORE RIVER. 

Tune — ''One More River to Cross.^'' 

Our gallant Ben, the best of men. 
Has one more river to cross ; 

He got there once, he '11 make it again. 
With one more river to cross. 



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CHORDS : 

One more river, 
And that is the river of Jordan. 
One more river, 
One more river to cross. 

Lewelling, the myth, can't make it with 
That one more river to cross ; 

He 's not in the swim with Farmer Smith, 
With one more river to cross. 
(Chorus.) 

Harris of the Confederacy, 
Has one more river to cross ; 

We '11 down him with "Old Loyalty," 
With one more river to cross. 
[Ohoj'us.) 

Cherokee dodge, from "Maidson Lodge," 
Has one more river to cross ; 

And Chester Long in his seat will lodge. 
With one more river to cross. 
( Chorus.) 



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John Davis ran tlie fiat plan, 

This one more river to cross ; 
Bnt Ralph will send him to Amsterdam, 

With one more river to cross. 
[Chorus.) 

Old Wharton, he would rather flee, - 

Than try the river to cross; 
He stands no show with Charley C, 

With one more river to cross. 
{^Chorus.) 

A chump from the Sixth, who is good for nix. 

Has one more river to cross ; 
And Pest, will dump him in the Styx, 

With one more river to cross. 
( Choriis.) 

Jeff. Hudson, too, who hates the blue. 

Has one more river to cross ; 
He '11 not be "in it" with Lyman U., 

With one more river to cross. 
( Clioims^ 



17 

Old Fiinston, slick, and Broderick, 
Have one more river to cross ; 

And both are bound in their seats to stick, 
With one more river to cross. 
( Cliorus^ 



GOLDEN STAIR. 

Tune — ^'Climbing Up de Golden Stair. ^^ 

I '11 sing a little ditty, 

'Tis true, but 'tis a pity, 
Climbing up de golden stair ; 

How the People's Party crew 

Were shut out in ninety-two. 
Climbing up de golden stair. 

CHORUS : 
But this is what entrances — 

Just listen to the air — 
We 're standing up for Kansas, 

And climbing up de golden stair. 



18 

They started with ghost dances, 
And thought to capture Kansas, 

Climbing up de golden stair ; 
But the rain began to fall, 
And it busted up their ball. 

Climbing up de golden stair. 
(^C horns.) 

They then commenced to diet, 
And made demand for fiat. 

Climbing up de golden stair ; 
But their old silk-paper scheme 
Proved to be a silly dream. 

Climbing up de golden stair. 
{Chorus.) 

And then the foolish connies 

United with the Johnnies, 
Climbing up de golden stair ; 

And they waved the stars and bars. 

But it knocked them high as Mars, 
Climbing up de golden stair. 
[Chorus.) 



19 

They watched tlie panorama 
In the State of Alabama, 

Climbing up de golden stair; 
And when they heard the vote, 
They almost turned their coat. 

Climbing up de golden stair. 
[Chorus.) 

Then, hugging a delusion. 

They Ve tried a game of fusion, 
Climbing up de golden stair ; 

But the fusers can 't agree, 

And the loyal G. O. P. 
Keeps climbing up de golden stair. 
( CI torus ^ 



CALAMITY WAILS. 

Tune — "O^rZ Onkeii Bucket. ^^ 

How dear to the heart is the past to the Kansan, 
As fond recollection presents it to view ; 

The struggle for freedom when foes were advancing— 
With grasshopper pests when tliQ country was new 



20 

And when they have struggled amidst deprivation, 
And built up their liomes in their dear Kansas vales, 

'Tis hard to be mined by fonl defamation — 
By such senseless rot as calamity wails. 

CHORUS : 

The old sockless Jerry's, 
The baritone Mary's, 
The whiskered canary's 
Calamity wails. 

We remember with pride how the State raised her 
quota, 

And sent forth more men than she had, to the field, 
And we will not detract from their deeds one iota 

While struggling for years this fair Union to shield ; 
'T is hard to observe them consorting with traitors 

And swallowing down all the false Southern tales — 
'T is hard to believe that the rank soldier-haters 

Can hoodwink the vets with calamity wails. 
{Chorus.) 

But soon there is coming an end to unreason — 
Unnatural union will break up their slate ; 

The veterans shortly will cut loose from treason, 
And ev'ry true Kansan will stand up for State ; 



21 

For after the action there comes the reflection — 
A tale often told soon becomes very stale ; 

And when we have passed the November election, 
We '11 hear nothing more of calamity wails. 
( Chorus.) 



KANSAS FOREVER. 

Tune — "■ Bally Hound the Flag.'" 

Yes, we 'II rally round the polls, boys, 

Rally once again, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas. 
We will rally from the workshop 
And from the fields of grain. 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas. 

CHORUS : 

Kansas forever, hurrah, ,boys, hurrah ! 
Stamp out the howlers 
And stand up for law. 

While we rally round the polls, boys, 
Kally once again. 

Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas. 



22 

We will welcome to our iimnbers 
The loyal, true and great, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas ; 
Although he be a Democrat 
If he stands up for State, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas. 

(^Chorus.) 

So we '11 rally from the town, boys. 
And gather from the farm, 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas ; 
And we '11 drive the croaking crew 
Where they '11 do no us more harm. 
Shouting the battle-cry of Kansas. 

(^Choras.) 



MIDDLE OF DE ROAD. 

Tune — ""Keep in de Middle of de lioad.'' 

De howlers now am a-callin' loud, 

" Keep in de middle of de road ! " 

Dej 're crowded out by de fusion crowd — 
Keep in de middle of de road ; 



23 

Dey 're tryin' to climb up de golden stair, 
Dej all want up de crown fur to wear, 
But de road am blocked, and dey can 't get dere — 
Keep in de middle of de road. 

CHORUS ; 

Chillen, keep in de middle of de road, 
Chillen, keep in de middle of de road ; 
Don 't turn to de right nor turn to de left. 
But keep in de middle of de road. 

De Democrats who will not be led 

Keep in de middle of de road ; 
Dey don't like eatin' de fusion bread — 

Keep in de middle of de road ; 
Dey can '^t be drove wid de Martin lash, 
Dey 's got no use fur de howlin' trash,. 
Dey '11 keep in de middle, 'cuz dey don 't like hash 

Keep in de middle of de road. 
( Chorus.) 

De 'publicans am a-walking straight — 

Keep in de middle of de road ; 
Dey 're standin' up fur de Sunflower State — 

Keep in de middle of de road ; 



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Dey 're tired of groans, and dey all want rest, 
Dey '11 kill dat bird dat befouls its nest, 
And save dat land dat we all love best — 
Keep in de middle of de road. 
( Chorus.) 



OLD SUNFLOWER STATE. 

Tune — "-Old Ora?iite State." 

We 're a band of voters, we 're a band of voters. 
We 're a band of voters from the old Sunflower State ; 
We will stand for sunny Kansas, 
And break up the fiat trances, 
And we. '11 pulverize ghost dances 
In the old Sunflower State. 

We 're a band of voters, we 're a band of voters. 
We 're a band of voters from the old Sunflower State ; 

Old Lewelling is a goner — 

He can never turn the corner. 

He 's a plutocratic loaner 
From the old Sunflower State. 



25 

We 're a band of voters, we 're a band of voters, 
We 're a band of voters from the old Sunflower State ; 
We are after sockless Jerry, 
We are after howling Mary, 
And the man with chin so hairy. 
In the old Sunflower State. 

We 're a band of voters, we 're a band of voters. 
We 're a band of voters from the old Sunflower State ; 
You can bet your bottom dollar 
That we want no free-trade scholar 
With a number nineteen collar 
In the old Sunflower State. 

We 're a band of voters, we 're a band of voters. 
We 're a band of voters from the old Sunflower State ; 

You can tell your old aunt Hanner 

We are for the starry banner, 

And for Ben from Indiana, 
In the old Sunflower State. 



26 
OLD GROVER ET AL. 

Tune— "r/^ Willow.'' 

The demo-pop fixers are working a snap 

For Grover, for Grover, old Grover. 
The electoral vote is the thing they 'd entrap 

And over to Grover turn over ; 
They love the old howlers as Satan loves fools, 
And kick at their nonsense like government mules, 
But they play them for suckers and make them the 
tools 
Of Grover, old Grover, old Grover. 

The populist leader is but a loan shark, 

Lewelling, Lewelling, Lewelling; 
The ways of the people are crooked and dark — 

Past knowing, past knowing, or telling ; 
They howl about plutocrats over the State, 
For all money-loaners expressing their hate, 
Then take old Lewelling for their candidate — 

Lewelling, Lewelling, Lewelling. 

There is an old granny who thinks he can spout — 
Old Peffer, old Peffer, old Petfer ; 



27 

In an essay on cattle lie points the " way out " 

For heifer, the heifer, a heifer ; 
In all his demands he presents but one side. 
And what is against him he 's certain to hide, 
His figures are bogus, his logic is snide — 

Old Peffer, old Peffer, old Peffer. 

And then there 's a statesman who 's after the rocks, 

Called Jerry, old Jerry, old Jerry ; 
Although he 's in Congress he never wears socks. 

He 's very, he 's very contrary. 
'Tis true he is shrewd, and as sharp as a whip. 
He 's blessed with no conscience, but has gall and lip, 
But he euchered himself on the Cherokee Strip, 
Old Jerry, old Jerry, old Jerry. 

There is an old woman they call Molly Lease, 

Old Molly, old Molly, old Molly ; 
The way her jaws work is a caution to geese. 

Oh golly, oh golly, by golly ; 
She lectures on fiat without break or pause. 
She 'd plunge uj3 in riot, she sneers at the laws. 
Her tongue is hung loosely, the same as her jaws — 

Old Molly, old Molly, old Molly. 



28 
TALE OF WOE. 

Tune— "Zfs^t'/t to My Tale of Woe:' 

The Demo.-Pops. are in despair, 

Listen to their tale of woe ; 
They thought by fusing they 'd get there, 

Listen to their tale of woe ; 
That little scheme of Martin-Glick 
Was very cute, but it doesn't stick — 
This pair, this pair, now swear, now swear, 

Listen to their tale of woe. 

The Populists with a heavy load, 

Listen to their tale of woe. 
Can 't keep in the middle of the road. 

Listen to their tale of woe ; 
They all are after the loaves this fall. 
But the fusion fixers take them all — 
They growl, they growl, they howl, they howl. 

Listen to their tale of woe. 

The man who has more beard than brains. 

Listen to his tale of woe. 
Is knocked plumb out by the Kansas rains, 

Listen to his tale of woe ; 



29 

There is no more virtue in his plea, 
He can 't whine now of calamity — 
This croak, this croak, is broke, is broke. 
Listen to his tale of woe. 

Lewelling has n't mnch to say, 

Listen to his tale of woe ; 
That directory gives him away. 

Listen to his tale of woe ; 
For his Kansas life has all been spent 
In making his little two per cent.— 
This shark, this shark, can 't bark, can't bark, 

Listen to his tale of woe. 

Old Jerry now wears silken hose, 

Listen to his tale of woe ; 
He can 't pull up and his feet expose, 

Listen to his tale of woe ; 
He tripped up on the Cherokee strip. 
He tried to flop, but he couldn't flip — 
This clown, this clown, is down, is down ; 

Listen to his tale of woe. 



e30 

Old Moll, the tramp, is in a stew, 

Listen to her tale of woe ; 
She doesn't draw as she used to do, 

Listen to her tale of woe ; 
The papers wo n't leave her any peace, 
They all inquire for Mr. Lease — 
This shrew, this shrew, is blue, is blue; 
Listen to Jier tale of woe. 



CARVE 'EM WITH YOUR VOTES. 

TuxE — ''■Carve dat ^Possum." 

The way to crush calamity 

Is to carve it with jour votes ; 

It cannot stand adversity. 
Carve it with your votes. 

CHORUS : 

Carve dem howlers, 
Carve dem liowlers, children. 

Carve dem howlers. 
Carve dem with your votes. 



If you would down a Populist 
Just carve him with your vote ; 

When he 's defeated he 11 desist, 
Carve him with your vote. 
i^Oliorus.) 

When Peffer tries to run again 
We'll carve him with our votes; 

He '11 never find the way out then, 
Carve him with your votes. - 
(^Chorus.) 

Old Moll will never keep her peace, 
So carve her with your votes ; 

And send her home to Mr. Lease, 
Carve her with your votes. 
( Chorus) 

The bare-legged statesman needs a rip. 
So carve him with your votes ; 

And send him sockless to the Strip, 
Carve him with your votes. 
{Ohori(x) 



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Lewelling should receive a slash, 
So carve him with your votes ; 

He farms for two per cent, and cash, 
Carve him with your votes. 
( Choinis.) 



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